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There were only a couple of us in the circle, everyone else still back in their campsites. I pulled out my journal and started jotting more things down. It was easier to think of something for someone when I was there with them. I don’t know why, but that’s the way it worked.

Luke arrived, wincing once or twice as he settled down in the circle. We were all sitting on our packs so we wouldn’t have to sit on the ground. It actually made a pretty nice seat! It wasn’t that hard, and it gave you a chance to stretch out your legs, which was nice.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable like it had been the other day. This time it was a friendly silence, with everyone happy to be back. There were smiles around the circle, and lots of talking without making any noise.

“How was your solo?”

“It was great! Yours?”

“It was scary. I hated being alone. I’m SO glad to be back.”

There were little conversations like that going on all around me. You couldn’t tell unless you were looking at us that we were all talking.

I got Luke’s attention.

“Luke, how’s your back? Is it any better?”

He shook his head, rubbing his hand down his side.

“Nope, not at all. It hurts even more than it did before.”

“That really stinks.”

Everyone turned as the next crewmate arrived, WAGS-Bag in hand. He/she started coming towards us and we all shook our heads urgently, pointing towards the red bag that held all of the WAGS-Bags. He/she turned around and put the WAGS-Bag in the red bag before coming to sit in the circle, grinning sheepishly.

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